Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Horny and angry.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me home.

"Your Mr. perfect is here," Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.

"Go away, Rebecca," I replied smiling.

"Alright, alright," Rebecca giggled and left.

I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

"And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?" He asked, the moment I got to him.

"Hectic as usual."

"You wouldn't stop if I asked you to, right?" He teased, taking my handbag.

"Not in this world," I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn't imagine life without my profession.

"Here, let me help you get in," he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.

Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face.

"Arielle," he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I haven't been much of a good husband to you lately. I know that. All I ask is for your understanding. It's... it's because I'm looking out for Sofia."

The words made my stomach churn. I could already feel my defenses rising. "I won't be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to her," Jared continued, his facial expression unreadable. "She's in my care. My family, her family-everyone expects me to protect her, like I always have. I know I've never explained this to you, but Sofia's mother saved my mom's life, Arielle. That's how our families became connected. I've never told you this before because I didn't want to burden you with it. But it seems... my way wasn't right. I'm sorry, love."

Every other thing Jared said faded into the background, as I pondered on his revelation. This must explain his deep loyalty and zeal to look out for Sofia.

despite everything else, this sense of obligation had grown into something larger, something that always pulled Jared toward Sofia. It explained his overprotectiveness, his guilt, his inability to see beyond his

you there?" Jared said, tapping

blinking. I didn't realize I had

more intense now, searching mine, "do you think my actions

a little too much? I mean, I understand you two have a past together, your families are friends, and you feel the need to protect because of

know. You see, Sofia is needy, but trust me she was never like this. She's pregnant, and the pregnancy hormone has been making her act

is a spoiled brat in actual sense, but I held myself. Jared was trying, and it

you say, Mrs. Smith? Will you be a little patient and lenient with her

away. Sofia was unpredictable, and I can't make promises

my hesitation, his gaze darkening as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "Come on, Arielle," he murmured, his

on her best behavior, I wouldn't hesitate to express my

pressing against the soft skin of my neck. I froze, my body

skin, his breath warm and teasing as he traced the curve of my neck. "Promise?" he whispered, his voice a low, enticing murmur. "Jared,

circular movement with his tongue, and this time, I could not help the helpless moan

moaned in surrender, when

murmured, before capturing my lips in his. The kiss was hot, ravenous, aggressive. I lost my sense of reasoning at that moment, as Jared attacked the walls of my mouth. I greedily opened up to him, letting him do justice to

and he always left me satiated after every session of love making. Sofia's arrival had made things tense, that sex hadn't crossed my mind in a while, and I doubted it

I moaned loudly when Jared reached for my blouse, and cupped a breast in his

making out in your restaurant parking lot, do you?" Jared chided, even though

giggled into his mouth, my body aching with need as

through the air, halting our sexual escapade. Jared froze, and let the phone ring to

from his pocket and glanced at the screen, and his face fell. "What's wrong? Who's calling?"

at me, hesitated, before responding, "It's

in the car.

"I'm sorry, Arielle. We..."

home, please?" I said, my voice

responded and straightened his

remaining part of the drive home graced with silence. I was horny and angry. Of all the times to call, Sofia had to call in the middle of a make out.